Rex Kramer: [talking to the airport control tower.] No, we can't do that, the risk of a flame-out is too great. Keep 'em at 24,000. No, feet.
Ted Striker: It was a rough place - the seediest dive on the wharf. Populated with every reject and cutthroat from Bombay to Calcutta. It's worse than Detroit.
Rumack: Elaine, you're a member of this crew. Can you face some unpleasant facts?
Elaine Dickinson: No.
Ted Striker: Because of my mistake, six men didn't return from that raid.
Elaine Dickinson: Seven. Lieutenant Zip died this morning.
Rex Kramer: Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked... In the head... With an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. It's a dumb question... Skip it.
Rex Kramer: Striker, listen, and you listen close: flying a plane is no different than riding a bicycle, just a lot harder to put baseball cards in the spokes.
Rumack: The life of everyone on board depends upon just one thing: finding someone back there who can not only fly this plane, but who didn't have fish for dinner.